She walks up the battered tile,

with the imprint of thousands

Of footprints.

Almost kisses the wall, as the

Swarm of fish dash in the sea

Of the hallway

A storm of inquiry,

Constantly questioning,

what’d you get on that thing

whose house are we crashing

She stands, wondering, at the

fluorescent guardians who beam

A harsh glare in her eyes,

Trying to find her question,

Her destination, her hope.

Finding her way down,

down,

down,

where there is no more tile,

Only the freshness between her toes.

Where air fills her instead of the

Bombardment of words.

Where she is let out of the

cage of the hallway sea.